My Husband--39-s | Boss -v0.2- By Sc Stories

That afternoon he left with his navy blazer slung over his shoulder, tie loosened at the collar, and the kind of confident stride people mistake for certainty. He kissed me quick, like someone who knew time was a commodity to be spent economically. I watched him go and felt a small, private tremor of envy — the world outside our apartment had demands I hadn’t been invited to meet.